He was a big man, says the size of his shoes on a pile of broken dishes by the house; a tall man too, says the length of the bed in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man, says the Bible with a broken back on the floor below the window, dusty with sun; but not a man for farming, say the fields cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn. A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves covered with oilcloth, and they had a child, says the sandbox made from a tractor tire. Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole. And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames. It was lonely here, says the narrow country road. Something went wrong, says the empty house in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste. And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard like branches after a storm—a rubber cow, a rusty tractor with a broken plow, […] Read More
Not my usual abandoned place photo, but I thought it would be something worth sharing with you. A house I came across during my new year’s exploration in Toronto. Also I went to check out Captain John’s Seafood. Read More
place a beehive on my grave and let the honey soak through, when I am dead and gone that’s what I want from you. the streets of heaven and gold and sunny, but I’ll stick with my plot and a pot of honey. place a beehive on my grave and let the honey soak through. – “The Honey Song” from The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd Read More
I decided to return to the very first place I started my rural exploration six months ago. My wildly pounding heartbeat upon entering the property is still fresh in my memory. So nervous the first time I didn’t even think to turn the door knob to get in the house. Six months later, there I was, the same place, the familiar smell and colours, but this time with more developed perception of time, and even deeper curiosity. Read More
Against All Evil – Abandoned ski resort in Ontario, Canada Once thriving ski and golf resort that went downhill on a slippery financial slope and fell into bankruptcy and disrepair. As the municipality has taken ownership of the property, it maintains its dormancy while being heavily guarded. Read More
